Fantasy

Quarantine Dates
Distracted by my presence, as I walked into the Black owned meat market , during quarantine day 5. A tall dark complexion gentleman turned around in line and stared into my eyes while looking at me from head to toe and said , ‘You look beautiful in that dress, and very sexy.’ I said to myself, ‘How does he know how beautiful I am with my mask on?. I smiled but he couldn’t see it.
By Mahogany Brown4 years ago in Fiction
Princess Emma
Once upon a time, there was a young girl that lived halfway between the forest and the sea. She was lovely and sweet, full of smiles and ideas. Her name was Emma, and she made flowers bloom in the hearts of others.
By LP Steinbeck4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl and the Chocolate Cake
The woods that shelter our small town are full of interesting things - things I've only heard of in stories, things I've only dreamt in my dreams. I've found animals that don't talk, strange sharpened sticks with metal tips, and strange plants that don't sing or sparkle or dance at night. In fact, they appear to just sit there!
By Jaimie4 years ago in Fiction
Bladesong
Narold was the One of the castle’s squires. Positions coveted by youngers who who hoped to find their way into the ranks of The Guard. As an elder squire, he’d been given the job of ferrying the Night Guard’s words to its captain and, when necessary, to the king himself. This early, very early, morning was such a moment.
By Carl Carter4 years ago in Fiction
Wrath of the Dragon Prince
Wrath of The Dragon Prince Part 1 By Dani Eldridge This is a story of how anyone can overcome their hardships and any other
By Danielle Eldridge4 years ago in Fiction
Shattered
Maggie and I always hung out together, we were best friends and literally inseparable. We lived in a quiet little town and everyone knew everyone. Well, except for the old lady that lived next door. She never left her house hardly and no one really knew her. She would only ever leave her house one night out of the year, and that was on Halloween night. We all thought she was a witch or something.
By Emily Wolfe4 years ago in Fiction
Matured
“They’re here.” I bolt awake with a start. The simple whispered phrase haunting my moons. The glowing white eyes, that after lunars of the repeat occurrence in my dreams, are burned into my psyche. The white eyes of something long dead. Moon after moon. Without fail. I wish I knew what it meant. I wish I knew who those eyes belonged to. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be plagued by them. Maybe then, I could get a decent moon of slumb.
By Pryia Blunt4 years ago in Fiction
Liquid Souls: Dark Rising
Where I grew up there were two kinds of people… Those who could handle the Elixirs of the Gods and those who could not… The elixirs were found by the elders many moons ago and became one of the main staples of our kingdom. They brought life back to those who seemed distant and sad. Warmth to those who were cold and shaking. Strength to those who seemed weak and unable… While not typically given to children, occasionally elixirs would be used to help them sleep when they were in pain or had high fevers... or misbehaving and their parents needed a break… They were used in celebrations to lift the human spirit just a little higher to the Gods… In funerals to keep us closer to the dead until we were ready to let go… and in rituals that called for sacrifice… as we must always offer our spirit to the Gods first before receiving any of their blessings… For upon consuming any elixir, one could feel their spirit briefly intertwine with the Gods’… scattered among the stars… The elders believed that these elixirs were medicine in moderation to the human body and with their help, created a civilization of hope and joy, spreading the message that the Gods were aiding us through these powerful liquids.
By Rielly4 years ago in Fiction
Destiny
The newly created beings of world bliss were arriving this morning. Guardians were busy locating their new charges. Magnus reached the dorm where the girl was waking.
By Tammi D4 years ago in Fiction
The Festival of Beauty
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Mìkala. She was the most beautiful creature anyone had ever seen. From the time she was born, her mother and father and everyone who saw her knew there was something special about her. She seemed almost mystical as she grew into the loveliest, kindest, and wisest person the town had ever known. “How can this be?”, the townspeople asked. Is she a witch?” Finally, after years of pondering her beauty, they decided she was simply beautiful, inside and out. And they thought such beauty should be rewarded. So, they named their little town after her. They called it Mikala’s Village.
By Linda Aubert4 years ago in Fiction
John
There was a handsome tall, dark hair, mysterious man the only thing known about this man is he was the CEO of Scottsdale's most popular nightclub. No one really had a clue where he came from or even really his full name. He always just wetn by the name John never would he really give his full name, or even where he came from. He was reclusive but somehow, he also always attracted the biggest nightclub crowds at his place “From the Grave Night club and Rave”.
By Anastasia Renea 4 years ago in Fiction
Managing Expectations
We met for the first time, we three, in a small, dingy bar in some small town with no name that really mattered, somewhere in Kentucky. When I walked in, he was already there, sitting at a high top, staring at the table and looking nervous. He jumped a little as I sat down, then brought his eyes up to meet mine.
By David James4 years ago in Fiction